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JOSH: That’s you, Dad. COOPER: In the trap? JOSH: That’s a Titleist Three. COOPER: You know how good I feel? How good this morning is? JOSH: No, how good? COOPER: I’m going to blast out and two-putt. And I’m going to break ninety for the first time in my life. Did I tell you to have the truck detailed while I’m away? JOSH: Yes, Sir. COOPER: Last time I returned from deployment, I found a petrified Big Mac under the seat. JOSH: How long? COOPER: Must’ve been there six months. JOSH: How long will you be in Iraq this time? COOPER: As long as it takes, Josh. Eighteen months, maybe less. And then I go into teaching fulltime, and your mother and I can drive up to Princeton every weekend to see you.

JOSH: Every other weekend will be fine. Are you going to swing, or should I get a beach towel. Keep your head down. (MUSIC OVER ACTION) (SFX: HUGE EXPLOSION)

(MUSIC UP AND OUT)

(THEME MUSIC UP OVER OPENING TITLE/SCENES/ CREDITS AND OUT)

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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

“SANDBLAST”

TONY: One and a half teaspoons is not sweet, McGee. I’ve seen my people pour three ounces of sugar into a one ounce espresso. MCGEE: Your people being Long Islanders? TONY: Romans. Inventors of the grain harvester, the arch, modern plumbing. MCGEE: Plumbing? Oh, every time I flush I will think of you, Tony. You and your people. ZIVA: I would ask you to explain that, but I really don’t want to know. And I definitely don’t want to know what you’re doing. TONY: Making cappuccino, Ziva. And educating Probie as to what Italy has contributed to the world. Oration, Italian chima, sports cars. ZIVA: Gold chains and chest hairs. TONY: And pasta, in all its sexy shapes and sizes. ZIVA: The Chinese invented pasta. TONY: Communist-era propaganda.

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INT. SHEPARD'S OFFICE - DAY

SHEPARD: (INTO PHONE) I assume Homeland Security has been informed. (FILTERED VOICE B.G.) VOICE: (V.O./FILTERED) They have. SHEPARD: Will they be raising the threat level? VOICE: (V.O./FILTERED) Affirmative. To level one. SHEPARD: You have my direct line. VOICE: (V.O./FILTERED) Thanks. (HANGS UP PHONE) SHEPARD: Orange. GIBBS: Army-Navy Club is a high value target. SHEPARD: High value target? It’s a terrorist dream. You can’t slice a tee shot without hitting a congressmen or a general. GIBBS: Or a colonel. SHEPARD: He was set to deploy tomorrow. At least he got to spend the last day with his son. GIBBS: That’s one way of looking at it.

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EXT. GOLF COURSE – DAY

(DOOR CLOSES) TONY: Looks like we’re late for the party. GIBBS: Assume a hundred-meter blast radius from the sand trap.

TONY: It’s called a bunker, Boss, not a sand trap. Blast radius a hundred meters! Got it, boss! Probie, you got the woods. I’ve got the far side. MCGEE: Ah…. GIBBS: What, McGee?! MCGEE: Poison ivy, Boss. I just – I look at the stuff and I break out. GIBBS: Don’t look. ZIVA: The Zaka would be busy today. GIBBS: Zaka? ZIVA: Orthodox Jews who volunteer to collect body parts from terror attacks. MANN: Agent Gibbs? Lieutenant Colonel Hollis Mann, Army CID. I believe your Director called. GIBBS: She did. Officer Ziva David. MANN: Ziva David. Yes, I know. Army Criminal Investigative Division has excellent intel. GIBBS: Good. You can use it to support our investigation. MANN: Our joint investigation, with Army in the lead. This isn’t the Navy-Army Club, it’s the Army-Navy Club. GIBBS: Yeah? That is a dead Marine at the Army-Navy Club.

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EXT. FAIRWAY – DAY

(SFX: VOICES B.G.) (MUSIC OVER ACTION/SOLDIERS SEARCH THE GRASS)

CUT TO: EXT. BUNKER – DAY

MANN: I had EOD sweep the rest of the sand traps. GIBBS: Bunkers. MANN: Excuse me? GIBBS: They’re called bunkers, not sand traps. MANN: The Colonel’s son said he saw what he thought was a spider web in the bunker. ZIVA: Trip wire? MANN: Possibly. There’s not much to go on with this one. Of course, we’ve got a lot of land to cover. GIBBS: Eighteen holes on a golf course. MANN: Yeah. You want to divide them up? GIBBS: Sure. We’ll take the crime scene. You and your people can take the other seventeen holes. MANN: You’re not taking away my crime scene. End of story. But if you ask nicely, I might just give you the body. GIBBS: Well, I don’t really have to ask seeing as my M.E. got here first. MANN: Okay. If this is going to be a pissing match, you’d better bring an umbrella. TONY: (V.O.) Oh–ho! I’ve got some good news, Boss. (ON CAMERA) Did I miss something? ZIVA: Gibbs just found his fourth ex-wife. GIBBS: What do you got, Dinozzo? TONY: I found this off the next tee. It was outside the blast radius. The wind must have carried it. Looks like part of a detonator. MANN: I checked the neighboring tees myself. TONY: Well, maybe you should have checked the trash cans. Looks like a hole in one, Boss! GIBBS: Nice work. TONY: Thanks.

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INT. AUTOPSY ROOM - DAY

DUCKY: Myself, I have difficulty getting out of the sand. I supposed it’s because I don’t practice enough. I mean, I dig my feet in, I open the club face, but then I forget to follow through and the ball just goes a couple of feet. Not nearly as far as you traveled, my friend.

(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN/ CLOSED) MANN: Is he talking to himself? GIBBS: The body. DUCKY: Ah Colonel, your C.O. just called. Requested copies of my autopsy reports. Gibbs. GIBBS: The report? DUCKY: Yeah, well, the cause of death appears to be just what you see here. Explosive dismemberment. GIBBS: Yeah, got that part. MANN: What we don’t have are traceable fragments from that explosion. DUCKY: Yes, Abby was complaining about the dearth of physical evidence from the crime scene. Present company excepted, of course. GIBBS: Bomb shell was plastic. MANN: Which means the fragments disintegrated. GIBBS: Yes, but luckily for you, not all of them. As the ancients soon discovered, fire and water do not mix. The human body is over two thirds water. Some of the burning fragments were cooled by the interstitial liquid in the Colonel’s tissue before they could disintegrate. GIBBS: Get that to Abby. DUCKY: Thank you. MANN: Thank you. (SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN)

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INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – DAY

JOSH: I can’t believe he’s gone.(SIGH) It’s like I hear myself say that, but I know it’s a stupid thing to say. TONY: It’s not stupid, Josh. JOSH: If you told me he was still alive, that what I saw was a trick, I think I’d believe you. TONY: Look, maybe we should finish this tomorrow. JOSH: I’ll be at Princeton tomorrow. Dad wouldn’t want me to miss my first day of classes. TONY: Okay. You saw a spider web in the bunker, you said? JOSH: Yeah, at least I thought so….until my dad hit it. I should have said something! TONY: There was nothing you could have done. JOSH: That’s another one of those stupid things people say. TONY: Well, I’ve got a million of them. You should ask my co-workers. They’ll tell you. JOSH: Okay, what else do you got? TONY: Everything happens for a reason. JOSH: Yeah. That would have really pissed me off. But you can do better. TONY: When your time is up, your time is up. JOSH: Hope you have more skills than that. TONY: In the immortal words of Elvis Costello, “Oh, accidents will happen.” JOSH: Oh, yeah. I probably would have stuck my fist through your skull if you had said that. TONY: It’s a soft skull, actually. JOSH: Except this wasn’t an accident, was it? TONY: No. JOSH: And I thought we were fighting them over there so we didn’t have to fight them over here? Maybe they need some more help, huh? TONY: Look, you just focus on Princeton and we’ll find who did this. JOSH: Like you found bin Laden?

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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

(SFX: KEYBOARDING B.G.) MCGEE: There it is. MANN: Okay, good. Punch in on that. MCGEE: You can read the entire license plate. ZIVA: I’ll update the BOLO. TONY: BOLO for what? MANN: Well, we cleared the course. We vetted everyone as they left. But we don’t have any record of this ninety-nine Toyota leaving. The owner’s a greens keeper at the club. MCGEE: He must have used an old service entrance. Snuck out before we covered them all. TONY: Nice catch, McGee. MANN: Uh, no, it’s my catch. Let’s see if we can get an address on this. SHEPARD: Is it just me, or did the SECDEF seem nervous?

CUT TO: INT. BALCONY – DAY

GIBBS: Probably has a tee time tomorrow. MANN: What’s she like? (BEAT) I just meant is she up to the job? GIBBS: I’ll let you know. (CELL PHONE RINGS) GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Yeah, Gibbs. TONY: (INTO PHONE) Hey, Boss. Dinozzo, here. GIBBS: Hey, Dinozzo! TONY: Oh. (LAUGHS) Hey! That’s weird because I – I thought you were still in MTAC. GIBBS: What do you want? TONY: Um…. we-- MANN: Just found an “unaccounted for” vehicle from the Army-Navy Club.

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EXT. CITY STREET – DAY (MUSIC OVER ACTION) (SFX: CAR BRAKES TO A STOP)

MANN: (V.O.) Agent Gibbs? (ON CAMERA) I… I’ve been ringing your bell for the last three minutes. GIBBS: Yeah. Been meaning to fix that. MANN: Well, the door was unlocked, so…. GIBBS: So this would be trespassing, not breaking and entering. MANN: Uh-huh. Kelly? GIBBS: There a reason you broke into my house? MANN: This is a joint investigation. I thought maybe we could share some information. GIBBS: Beer? MANN: Beer? Uh…. Sure. I got the results on the swabs from the Toyota. There were traces of diesel fuel and uh… fertilizer. Same thing that McVeigh used to … blow up the Federal Building in Oklahoma. GIBBS: Yeah. Guy driving the Toyota was a greens keeper. MANN: I know. He’s around fertilizer and diesel fuel all day. It was a bad lead. Anything you’d like to share? GIBBS: I’ve got some sardines upstairs. MANN: I meant about the case. But then you knew that. Girlfriend. Is Kelly your girlfriend? (SFX: GIBBS SHAKES HIS HEAD NO) MANN: Okay, look. C.I.D. intel did a profile on you for me. I know you flaunt authority, especially in front of a female. GIBBS: A female write that, too? MANN: Yeah. She also wrote you were a sniper, a good one, but your eyesight’s shot. You’re injury-prone, if not in a state of near death-wish fulfillment. And though you’re pressured and impatient, you’re also passionate and loyal, in spite of the fact that you don’t trust anyone. (BEAT) You are going to have to trust me. GIBBS: Is there anything I should know about you before we get involved? MANN: Involved? GIBBS: In the case. MANN: You can have NCIS Intel do a profile on me if you’d like. GIBBS: Oh, I could. (LONG BEAT) But I like surprises.

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INT. COFFEE SHOP – DAY

TONY: (READS) This hypothesis states that the fate of transplanted embryonic cells is independent of their new position in the embryo. BENOIT: The Mosaic Hypothesis. TONY: I’m sorry. I’m going to need the complete answer. BENOIT: What is the Mosaic Hypothesis? TONY: Correct! Hot and smart. A female version of me. BENOIT: Ow! So you think I’m ready for the exam tomorrow? TONY: Well, I have twenty bucks saying you’re going to set the curve.

BENOIT: Okay, that’s good to hear. Because that means it’s my turn to ask you some questions. TONY: Fire away. BENOIT: All right, how’s a… how’s a kind of cute, definitely charming guy like you who does some pretty bad impersonations.... TONY: I don’t know what that means, but I thank you. (SFX: BENOIT LAUGHS)

(ZIVA SPEAKS INTO THE PHONE IN HEBREW) (MUSIC OVER ACTION) TONY: Ah, and to think people once questioned the need for a video camera in a cell phone. MCGEE: Tony! TONY: Arr! Wait ‘till you see this! Any ideas? ZIVA: Ha ha! He’s definitely not making cappuccino. TONY: There’s no way he’s got an STD. MCGEE: I was itching. It’s poison ivy and it’s spreading, okay? TONY: This is your second tango with the vicious weed, McGee. Maybe you ought to learn what that stuff looks like. ZIVA: And avoid it. MCGEE: Yeah, I thought I did. Ooh, this is killing me. When Gibbs told me to check out the forest, I should have just told him-- GIBBS: Tell me what, McGee? MCGEE: No! GIBBS: Well, that probably would have been a good idea. Baking soda and vinegar. You make a paste. Slap it on. MCGEE: Okay, thank you. Thank you, Boss. GIBBS: Not now, McGee. After we catch the terrorist. MCGEE: Oh, that could be a while. All the Club guests check out. Local LEOs report no unusual activity in the area. GIBBS: Dinozzo! TONY: I’ve gone through the last month of the Club’s video surveillance. If a terrorist cell was casing the joint, they hid their tracks pretty well. GIBBS: Your contact at Interpol… ZIVA: Oh, said there was almost no uptick in chatter prior to the explosion. TONY: Could be homegrown bad boys, Boss. MCGEE: Well, still, there should be some chatter, no matter who it is. ZIVA: However this cell is operating. They found a way to do so without making a shred of evidence. GIBBS: Other than a dead Marine. TONY: Nice.

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INT. ABBY'S LAB - DAY

MCGEE: Gibbs wanted me to see if you finished the processing the crime scene evidence yet. ABBY: I have, but Gibbs is not going to like this. Exhibit A. These are the bomb fragments that Ducky pulled from Colonel Cooper. It’s plastic, but not your usual petroleum-based wreck-the-environment polymer. It’s made of… corn. It’s biodegradable which explains why it disintegrated so much in the blast. What are you doing? MCGEE: Well, actually, I have … ABBY: You know what? I don’t want to know. It’s grain technology. Mostly used for making milk containers. So the best guess is that the bad guys used a jug as casing for the explosives. Okay, I do want to know. MCGEE: I have poison ivy, and it’s killing me. ABBY: My secret remedy. MCGEE: Oh, what is it? ABBY: Carbonic acid. You just smear it on. MCGEE: I am not going to be acid on my…. boys.

ABBY: Relax, McGee. It’s just sodium bicarbonate and oxidized ethanol. Baking soda and white vinegar. MCGEE: I think Gibbs knows your secret remedy. He told me to do the same thing. ABBY: Well, you should have listened. Go ahead, rub it in. I’ll wait. MCGEE: Okay. So milk jug. Did we have a trace yet? ABBY: The Green Revolution has begun, McGee. It’s too widely available to narrow down a purchase place. I had this same problem with this piece of detonator that Tony found. I mean, you could buy this anywhere. It’s an off-the-shelf fuse. I got excited ‘cause I thought I’d found tissue on it that might match the suspect, but it was too degraded from the blast to get any DNA. MCGEE: (SIGHS) You’re right. Gibbs is not going to like this, but right now I don’t care. Oh, thank you.

TECH: Director, Agent Gibbs is attempted to access MTAC. SHEPARD: Go dark. Let him in. (DOOR OPENS/ CLOSES) GIBBS: Changed the locks on me? SHEPARD: Threat level orange, remember? We’re on lock down. Unless you have some good news for me. GIBBS: All I’ve got is three hundred wasted man-hours. We’re looking in the wrong direction. SHEPARD: Well, I might be able to point you in the right one. Danielle? This just came from the CIA regarding the golf course bombing. GIBBS: A suspected homegrown terrorist cell? Suspected by who? SHEPARD: A CIA informant. GIBBS: Why are we just hearing about this now?! SHEPARD: Unfortunately, probably the same reason why we didn’t hear about those flying lessons until after Nine Eleven. I’ve informed Army CID as well. Colonel Mann will meet you on site.

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EXT. ALLEY – DAY

MANN: Your men all the way around the building. (SFX: CAR BRAKES TO A STOP) TONY: CID beat us to the punch again. That’s twice in one week! GIBBS: I didn’t know this was a race, Dinozzo. TONY: Oh, no. It’s not. I’m just not used to these joint efforts. MANN: Glad to see you finally made it. SOLDIER: (V.O.) All right, let’s move! MANN: To be honest, I thought you’d beat me here and headed in without me. GIBBS: I thought you said I was the one with trust issues.

MANN: All right, secure the building, now! GIBBS: Ziva, Tony, out the back door. No one in until EOD gets here. (VOICES B.G.) (DOOR CLOSES) (SFX: DOOR SLIDES CLOSED) (DOOR OPENS) TONY: Ziva! Hey! What the hell are you doing? ZIVA: I can disarm it. TONY: Okay, well, great. Let’s go outside and talk about this. ZIVA: If it detonates before EOD gets here, we’ll lose evidence. TONY: Well, what a bummer. It would be a real shame. Ziva! Ziva! Oh, this has to be the stupidest thing any human being has ever done. ZIVA: Then why are you following me, Tony? TONY: I don’t freakin’ know! Oh, god. Oh… (MUSIC OVER ACTION/TONY AND ZIVA CLIMB TO THE BOMB) ZIVA: Here, hold this. TONY: Do you have any idea what’s going to happen if this cell phone rings? (MUSIC OVER ACTION) TONY: I can see down your shirt right now. ZIVA: I don’t think your new girlfriend would like that. TONY: What are you talking about? I don’t know what you’re talking about. ZIVA: I’m talking about you, and the fact that you no longer stare at every woman when they pass you by. TONY: Well I’m looking down your shirt right now. ZIVA: You see anything good? TONY: Yeah, real good! But I’m not entirely sure it’s worth dying – over. ZIVA: Not worth dying over. I’ll remember that. TONY: What if I said it was? ZIVA: Now you’ll never know.

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INT. SQUAD ROOM – NIGHT

TONY: Bomb was set to go off when the cell was called. ZIVA: It’s prepaid and disposable. Never been used. GIBBS: So there’s no call log. TONY: Thanks to our bomb disposal expert, we still have plenty to work with. ZIVA: Looks like two or three people were staying there. TONY: Abby’s processing it. GIBBS: Nice job, Ziva. You do anything like that ever again, I’ll kick your ass back to Israel. MANN: CIA refuses to let us talk to their source directly. GIBBS: Protected. MANN: The right hand still isn’t talking to the left hand, and we have no idea what this source actually said. GIBBS: Oh, McGee! MCGEE: Yeah, almost there, Boss. MANN: You’re not hacking the CIA? MCGEE: No, no, no. Homeland Security. They host a redundant CIA archive. MANN: All right, my superiors are not going to like this. GIBBS: Well, don’t tell them. MANN: Smart and devious. That’s a dangerous combination. GIBBS: You forgot charming. MCGEE: I’m in. MANN: No I didn’t. MCGEE: Okay, informant’s name is Mamoun Sharif. Native of Lebanon. Arrested in Beirut for extortion. Cooperated with Interpol. MANN: Helped break a stolen weapons ring on one of our bases in Turkey.

MCGEE: CIA moved him to the States. Been on retainer ever since. Has a small convenient store in Roslyn, Virginia. Address. GIBBS: You bring anything other than ACUs? MANN: Would you like me to wear a dress?

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INT. CONVENIENCE STORE – NIGHT

CUSTOMER: Thank you. MAMOUN SHARIF: Hey! ABRAHAM: Huh? MAMOUN SHARIF: What did I tell you? The owner takes this out of my pocket! The next time I catch you, I’m calling the police! Out the back! (ABRAHAM AND MAMOUN SHARIF WALK TO THE BACK OF THE STORE) MAMOUN SHARIF: So don’t let me catch you. ABRAHAM: Thank you. GIBBS: It still comes out of your pocket, doesn’t it? MAMOUN SHARIF: Yes. But where I was born, it is a sin to turn away a hungry man. Now, what can I help you? MANN: Lieutenant Colonel Hollis Mann, Army CID. MAMOUN SHARIF: Put that away!! MANN: We have a couple questions for you about a recent tip you gave the CIA. MAMOUN SHARIF: Are you trying to get me killed! You can’t contact me here! MANN: We understand the need for confidentiality. GIBBS: Just want to know how you heard about the warehouse. MAMOUN SHARIF: Who am I talking to? GIBBS AND MANN: (IN UNISON) Me. MAMOUN SHARIF: I hear things, okay? In the mosque, in the store, on the street. GIBBS: Names? MAMOUN SHARIF: Forget it. I hear things from people who hear things. Innocent people. Names I will not give. I know what happens nowadays. I am taking a big enough risk myself talking to your CIA. MANN: Which you’re well-compensated for. MAMOUN SHARIF: We all have to make a living. GIBBS: Thirty-eight, super auto Colt. MAMOUN SHARIF: It’s a bad neighborhood. GIBBS: You got a license? MAMOUN SHARIF: Okay, your country has been good to me. The man I heard talking in my store about the golf course… two days ago buying Ring Dings. I’m not so sure he is one of those innocent people. MANN: Why? MAMOUN SHARIF: Because of what he calls the golf course… “the beginning.”

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INT. SQUAD ROOM – NIGHT

(ELEVATOR DINGS/ DOORS OPEN/ CLOSE) MCGEE: Look quick! Look! Did you see that? ZIVA: See what? MCGEE: Gibbs let her go first. He never lets anyone go first. GIBBS: Give this to Abby. I.D. on anyone buying a Slurpee. Where’s Dinozzo? MCGEE: Ah, he had a doctor’s appointment. GIBBS: I want him on that grocery store! MCGEE: He said he’ll be back ASAP.

MANN: When did you leave? (BEAT) Well, I’m a cheap date. GIBBS: This is a date? MANN: It’s a figure of speech, Agent Gibbs. GIBBS: So, I’ve got the food. Did you solve the case? MANN: No, I was about to when you broke my concentration. GIBBS: That easy to break, huh? MANN: When I’m hungry. I thought I was close to a break, but now I’ve got more questions than answers. And Colonel Cooper, was he specifically targeted? GIBBS: No way to know who’d be in the bunker. MANN: Okay, so the target is random, which says terrorist attack. Except the explosive was not designed to kill. GIBBS: Well, the guy in the morgue would probably disagree with that. MANN: No, I mean, if the terrorists had packed the bomb full of shrapnel, like they usually do, then the son would be dead, too. GIBBS: It would make the bomb easier to detect. MANN: Which means the terrorists’ priority is clearly to avoid detection. GIBBS: Explains the lack of chatter.

MANN: So if you’re that busy covering your tracks, why do you write “Death to America” all over your hideout? (BEAT) Sorry. GIBBS: Don’t apologize. MANN: More questions than answers. GIBBS: It’s a sign of weakness. MANN: I thought it took strength to apologize.

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INT. JOSH’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

(SFX: MUSIC PLAYS B.G.)(KNOCK ON DOOR) TONY: Shouldn’t you be packing? JOSH: My mom called you, didn’t she? What did she tell you? TONY: That you’re not going to Princeton. JOSH: She’s right. TONY: Coltrane. Wouldn’t have really pegged you for a jazz man, Josh. JOSH: My dad played Coltrane and Miles Davis every Sunday for as long as I can remember. The same albums over and over. Used to drive me nuts. TONY: Well, a military man is set in his routines. JOSH: The funny thing is, first time he was deployed, I found myself playing those same albums. Next thing I knew he was home and we were listening together. TONY: I know this must be a pretty difficult time for you. JOSH: If you’re here to talk me out of joining the Marines… TONY: I would never talk someone out of joining the Corps. It’s an honor to serve your country. JOSH: Good. I’m glad that’s settled. TONY: I would ask one question, though. What’s the big rush? JOSH: You know what? You’re probably right. I should wait a little longer. What’s a few more dead Colonels? TONY: I understand that you’re pissed off. JOSH: Pissed off? They killed my dad! How would you feel?! TONY: I would want justice, but you’re looking for revenge. JOSH: You’re damn right! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. TONY: Which just leaves you with a bunch of toothless blind people. JOSH: So you would just make a joke and do nothing? TONY: I would do whatever it takes, but there is a right time, a right place, and this is not the time. Not for you.

ZNN REPORTER: (V.O./FILTERED) Fiery explosion that completely engulfed a Roslyn convenience store. The store’s owner is believed to have been inside at the time of the blast. MANN: That’s Sharif’s place.

(MUSIC UP AND OUT)

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INT. AUTOPSY ROOM - DAY

DUCKY: First the friendly links, now the neighborhood convenience store. It’s such tragedies as yours, Mister Sharif, that make my mother afraid to leave the house, which does not bode well for me, I’m afraid. Now your visit is premature. I’m still waiting for the rest of him to be delivered.

(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN) GIBBS: Until then, you have? DUCKY: Well, the obvious. Same as before. Except this time the dismemberment was caused by some form of high impact explosive. MANN: His dismemberment, but not his death? DUCKY: Correct, Colonel. Yes, as you can see he was in the pugilist-at-rest posture at the time of his demise. This preying mantis posture is one of man’s oldest defensive positions. Almost always assumed when battling intense heat and flame. MANN: So Sharif was burned alive. GIBBS: The place was torched before the bomb went off? MANN: That kind of overkill means they were either sending a message…

GIBBS: Or there was something there they didn’t want us to find. MANN: We may have beat them to it.

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INT. ABBY'S LAB - DAY

ABBY: Oh, come on! Down in front, man! MANN: Do all your people talk to themselves? GIBBS: Don’t yours? ABBY: Have you any idea how many Ring Dings are sold each day in your average convenience store? GIBBS: Abs? The customers? ABBY: The customers! They’re talking about everything from the weather, to hemorrhoid cream. MANN: There’s no audio. How do you know what they’re talking about? (BEAT) Aha. You read lips. (ABBY AND GIBBS SIGN) MANN: Okay, you guys want to keep talking about me, or get back to the case. ABBY: Um, after watching seven hours of the most boring reality show ever made, I have narrowed it down to one final contestant. He refers to himself as Abraham. He didn’t say the name of the golf course, but he did say that the day of judgment was approaching.

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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

ZIVA: According to Maryland DMV records, his full name is Abraham Moussalah. Born in nineteen seventy-four, serve three years for robbing a convenience store in Baltimore. Almost got away with eighty-six dollars and some Ding Dongs. MCGEE: Spent some time in a psych ward. Converted to a radical sect of Islam. MANN: Got a last known for him? ZIVA: His probation officer hasn’t heard from him in over a year. MCGEE: There are no credit cards, no car registrations. Boss, this guy’s gone off the grid. ZIVA: Check the BOLO. See if there’s any hits. MANN: CID should have intel on Abraham’s sect. I’ll make a few calls. MCGEE: I’m going to coordinate with local LEOs and Highway Patrol. Where’s Tony? GIBBS: Don’t worry about Tony. Tony is fine. (INTO PHONE) Yeah, Gibbs. On my way, Abs. (PHONE RINGS) MANN: (INTO PHONE) I’ll wait. MCGEE: Ziva! Tony is…?

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INT. JOSH’S BEDROOM

JOSH’S MOTHER: (V.O.) Thanks again. (DOOR OPENS) TONY: Thank you. (TO JOSH) Hey! Looks like you made up your mind. JOSH: Special Agent slash mind reader. TONY: Well, when you’re good, you’re good. I wasn’t reading your mind, I was reading your body language. You’re relaxed. The struggle is over. You’ve made up your mind. JOSH: Special Agent slash Doctor Phil. TONY: So what’s it going to be, Josh? Six a.m. wakeups and desert camo, or all night frat parties and Jell-o shots with coeds? JOSH: I decided to do what my dad always wanted me to. TONY: Ah, I’m guessing he wasn’t a big fan of Jell-o shots. JOSH: No. But he was a big fan of Princeton. TONY: So you’re going back to school. JOSH: And Georgetown Law, then into Naval Intelligence. TONY: Ha ha. That’s good. We could use the help. Listen, I keep my word, Josh. We’re going to find the person who did this. JOSH: I know, Tony. It’s in your body language.

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INT. ABBY'S LAB - DAY

ABBY: Remember the cell phone that was never used? Well, it was used, only all the data was hard-erased. MANN: Hard-erased? ABBY: What part of hard-erased do you not understand? MANN: All of it. ABBY: Well, then you’ve come to the right place. A cell phone is very much like a computer. You can delete data off of it, but then if someone knows where to look, it’s… GIBBS: The bottom line, Abby. ABBY: Um, the cell phone was used once. It was an incoming call, probably to test the detonator. And then it was reset to factory defaults. GIBBS: You got a number? ABBY: I thought you’d never ask.

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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

MCGEE: (V.O.) The incoming call came from the warehouse Sharif gave the CIA. (ON CAMERA) Must be where Abraham was testing the detonator. GIBBS: He’s not there now. MANN: The place has been crawling with EOD since yesterday. GIBBS: Can you trace that call? MCGEE: If it’s on. Ziva! ZIVA: Almost done. MCGEE: I’m having Ziva scan the cell-tower control-track frequencies, looking for the cell’s registration request. ZIVA: McGee, it just powered up! GIBBS: Tell me he’s not making a call! MCGEE: Nope, not yet. Ah, I’ve got his location. M Street and Wisconsin. GIBBS: Georgetown Promenade.

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EXT. PROMENADE – DAY

TONY: You guys weren’t planning on starting without me, were you? ZIVA: Who’s that? MANN: Flanking positions on the Promenade. East and west. OFFICER: Yes, Ma'am. GIBBS: Clear the civilians. Quietly. Dinozzo. TONY: Princeton. MANN: There. Abraham on the bench. ZIVA: If he sees us clear the Promenade, he may detonate. MANN: If it’s a trip wire, any of these people may detonate it. ZIVA: On the second bomb he used a cell phone. TONY: The cell phone’s not connected to the back pack? GIBBS: Trip wire, cell phone? Who knows how he armed this one. TONY: A dead-man switch? (BEAT) Or not. GIBBS: Dinozzo, you keep your ears on me. (MUSIC OVER ACTION/GIBBS WALKS TO ABRAHAM) MANN: What the hell is he doing? TONY: What he always does. OFFICER: (V.O.) Everybody move back! We need to clear this area. MAN: Hey, my hat! MANN: Four marriages. Negotiating is probably not his thing. TONY: You’d be surprised. MANN: Oh, I have been so far.

ABRAHAM: That means friend of God. The father-in-law of Moses. He walked with the Israelites when God parted the Red Sea. You know why God parted the Red Sea? GIBBS: No. ABRAHAM: To show the people that sea creatures were totally dependent on God’s will.

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EXT. PROMENADE – DAY

MCGEE: What is he talking about? TONY: I’d say this guy’s a few puppies short of a pet shop. ZIVA: Most suicide bombers are.

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EXT. PARK BENCH – DAY

GIBBS: Abraham, can I ask you a question? Do you think it’s all right for someone to hurt innocent people? ABRAHAM: No, Jethro! GIBBS: I didn’t think so. What are you doing here, Abraham? ABRAHAM: I’m waiting for my friend. He’s going to take me to dinner. GIBBS: Did your friend give you the backpack? ABRAHAM: Mm-hmm. About an hour ago. He said so I don’t lose it. GIBBS: What’s this friend’s name? ABRAHAM: Sharif.

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EXT. PROMENADE – DAY

TONY: So who’s laying in Autopsy then?

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EXT. PARK BENCH – DAY

ABRAHAM: He was supposed to meet me here at three o’clock. GIBBS: (SHOUTS) Ziva!! ZIVA: Right behind you! GIBBS: Abraham, is it all right if we take a look in your backpack? TONY: EOD’s still on their way, Boss. MANN: We’re out of time. You want me to diffuse it, because before you said you’d kick my ass if-- GIBBS: Do it! The rest of you go! Go on! Get out of here! (SFX: STEADY BEEP TONES) MCGEE: Thirty seconds. ZIVA: Tony, Army knife. ABRAHAM: What is your name? MCGEE: Uh… Tim. TONY: It means “he who is about to wet his pants.” (MUSIC OVER ACTION/CAMERA PANS ON CUSTOMERS) ABRAHAM: Why is he going to wet his pants? (SFX: ZIVA LAUGHS) GIBBS: He’s here. MANN: No, not anymore.